Thursday, April 29, 2010

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We spent a day at our local living historical farm...fun! We jumped on the bouncy bridge on the way in...and the way out. We saw these two baby piggies who like to relax nose to nose while eating.

And their brothers who take a more conventional approach.
We waited for "the lady" to let us into the baby chicken pen.


...and it was worth the wait. So cute!
The farm was celebrating the return of the barn swallows from south america and we were given a tour of their nests and given permission to climb a stack of hay bales and touch one! Reese didn't want to touch it, but I did...it was muddy with horse hairs on the outside and very very soft on the inside. And we learned that birds actually have a very poor sense of smell. So all those stories that your (my) parents told us about not touching baby birds because their parents would smell us on them and reject them...it's all hogwash. Whoever started that lie probably just didn't want their kid touching a bird.

And then we got to see the "big chickens" in their pen and feed them some bread. "The lady" let us go in the henhouse and collect some eggs....Reese was in heaven! She didn't want to leave!

And so she tried to sneak back in...the lady was much nicer than she looks in this picture, which is not very flattering of her...sorry lady if you ever see this.

We pumped some water from the well for the horses.

And we attempted to get all the kernels off the corn. It would have taken too long, so we gave up.

The horses had spent the previous several days plowing the fields and so they were on vacation iin the field...just chillin. We saw the sheep...and all the adorable little baby sheep that had JUST been born.

This handsome guy was really freindly and liked mugging for the camera.

And on the way out, our smartypants picked out all the letters she knew on this sign. So far she knows D for daddy, G for all the grandparents, M for mommy, O opa (the only grandparent with a different first initial), P for paco, R for reese, and T for tomato. And she can see them on street signs and pick them out where ever we go.

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